Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.